Remembering the house you grew up in
I was reading an online newspaper the other day and came across the headline "Remembering the house you grew up in". I have very fond memories of my childhood home because it was so wonderful, very much thanks to the effort my parents put into it.
|The house when my parents first move in, late 1960s.|
|The house I remember growing up|
|Building the extension - my dad and my uncle were both very handy with the saw!|
- It was full of books, every room had books in . . . a house is not a home unless it is overflowing with books!! I love books because our home had books.
- We had a piano where one of my brother's would play whilst we sung hymns on Sunday evenings.
- We had a big wood fire in the kitchen and when I was young, my dad would occasionally bring in a young lamb and place in a box next to the stove to get strong.
- The cupboards were overflowing with homemade goodies . . . my mum was a wonderful cook and made almost everything we ate, including all the jams and sauces.
- Music, my mother loved classical music and she would often put on a record and the house would be filled with magic.
- The house had a warm cosy feel to it, my mother had lots of pretty things about which gave our home a lovely feel.
- The smell of home cooked meals which was always so welcoming.
- The sound of my mother sewing, she made most of my clothes and she did a great job ( I wasn't always grateful).
- The rambling garden around the house kept us children entertained for hours, my dad was brilliant gardener (still is) and he spent many many hours working in that garden.
- The parties . . . where do I start, we had Christmas parties, New Year parties, birthday parties and many family get-to-gethers than were so much fun. I thought everyone lived like this.
This was house that was loved by all who lived within its walls, including those who came to stay and we had many visitors.
The driveway leading to the front of the house had garden on either side, full of mystery and intrigue for a young girl to play in. My brothers used to ride their go-cart around the house and sometimes they would fall off!
My dad worked very hard to rebuilt his beautiful garden and his livelihood. I can still remember been driven up that driveway and seeing the devastation of what fire can do.
|Taken a couple of years after the bush fire.|
My childhood home is one of fondest memories and I pray that I have created memories for my children of their childhood homes. As mothers we create an environment that turns a house into a home. But parents jointly bring the joy and happiness into a home together.
What are your memories of your childhood home?
|But to be honest, when I think of my childhood home, I think of all my many cousins who spent so much times with us, they too are very much part of my family. I am the baby in this shot in my mothers arms!|